A Personal Poetry History
Ten years old, sickly and pale,
poetry was a cure to my ail.
Middle school came and went,
poetry its own godsend
providing shelter for confusing feelings,
crushes and friendship spatters.
High school poetry was an art.
College poetry was a starting
point in my creative writing class.
Now I don't have much time to read
but I appreciate the way poetry catered to my needs.
This poem is about:
Me